Southpaw

AM A SOUTHPAW Yes, I am a southpaw! A long crooked nerve starts from my left hand's little finger and reaches the brain. Hits hard there on the key board some gnarled words with garbled meanings. My brain giggles ruddy brags! My eyes turn crimson dark and leer around. My lips twirl and twist into sickle curves; and my tongue forks into four to puke out bright red blasphemy! As west wind brings in the strong flavour of a Havana cigar, a loud and frantic Kalinka becomes allegro and too, hear from the East someone gargling a vulgar limerick! As the infected history starts hurling down obscene invectives, the naked truth bows down with shame and covers itself with a thick fear-veneer! My heart, that too on my left side hoots and howls with mirth sucking the blood, thumps and throbs like a rearing salvo and yells... 'Blood, blood, more blood, inside and out blood, blood, more blood! ' That's what my heart knows and that's the heart I know... nothing beyond the flesh and gore! Now my left hand raises high like the sleek barrel of a Kalashnikov and left leg stomps forword like a Type-99 Chinese battle tank. Now yes... there's enough of odious heat spreading around slowly engulfing the globe. Just few yards forward ...now everything is red, the sky, the rivers and the meadows! I guffaw aloud, as keep falling down white doves besmeared with blood! Yes, I am southpaw!